Letra de Intro, Pt. 3
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
(Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah)
Intro three on a nigga that hate
(Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah)
Intro three on a nigga that hate
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's go, uh (Ooh)
And I'm on Instagram Live right now
Let's go, I'm hot in the bitch, I gotta go
Yeah
Bit' ride the dick like a ten-speed
Hop in that coupe and jump out in Givenchy (Skrrt)
My niggas shooters, y'all fuck niggas pinched (Y'all pinched)
I got them shooters red and blue like a pitstop
That's Saint Laurent, YSL on my bitches (YSL)
Yeah, he gon' kill you while minding his business (Gon' kill)
Gon' cash every time, what the fuck is forgiveness? (Yup)
Nigga touch me, that's a dead [?] (Yup)
Bitch ride dick like a ten-speed (Yeah)
And she throw it back like a frisbee, uh (Uh-huh)
Put dick all in her kidneys, uh (Uh-huh)
I'm ice cream, she tryna lick me, uh
Bit' throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back (Throw it back)
Ridin' 'round town in the Cadillac (Cadillac)
Lil' bro got the strap in his fanny pack (Fanny pack)
Ain't robbin' me, nah, none of that (None of that)
Nigga touch me, know we come with that (Come with that)
We'll get you touched for a couple racks (Couple racks)
Ho, I ain't tryna fuck you, where your mama at? Uh (Where your mama at?)
Trap-house white house, where Obama at, uh (Where Obama at)
Tell the plug, "Meet me at the cul-de-sac," uh (Pull up)
Put the Glock on his ass, he had a heart attack (Frrt)
Call Johnny Dang, where the water at? (Where the water at?)
And I got a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I be beatin' her back in (Ha)
Over rap beats, I get the backend (Yeah, Splurge)
Hundred round drum make 'em tap dance (Ha)
Big ass truck, hard to back in (Skrrt)
Your life suck, quit capping (Quit capping)
Yeah, your life suck, ho, I'm tryna fuck, ho (Yeah)
Taking your phone 'fore you step on this bus, ho
Fuck on the Percocet 30, go beast mode (Perc')
Pull it out, tell her, "Turn around," make her deepthroat, ooh (Turn around)
I'ma punch in [?]
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't even got a car
And I'm only 17 and I'm a god damn star
I'ma put four grams in this bitch ass 'gar
Uh (Go)
Big bad wolf in this bitch, what's good? (Go)
Can't hit my Backwood, hell nah, you good (You good)
Nigga try to rob, boy, I wish a nigga would (Wish a nigga would)
Got me two styrofoams, get mud (Get mud)
I'm with the slime, nah, I ain't no blood (No blood)
All these niggas be cap rappin' (Yeah)
Hit from the back, slap her ass tattoos
You know I don't fuck with 'bout half of these dudes (Half)
Ice in my month, got no cavities, dude (Ain't no cavities)
Bitch, this a song, this ain't no intro
Ridin' 'round town sippin' drank in the limo (Ridin' 'round town)
I'm with that smoke, yeah, y'all get the memo (Y'all get it)
Ain't little shit, play a bitch like Nintendo (Nintendo)
We might hop out with that Lamborghini Slide, it got slide doors (Skrrt)
Made a lot of money in that Tahoe (That Tahoe)
Play with this shit, you gon' die, ho (You gon' die)
No cap, got shooters in Chicago
None of my niggas gon' cry, they go
Fuck what you sayin', I'm the god damn GOAT
And I'm recordin' in a badass coat
Leave the studio, fuck a badass ho
And if she try to record me, I'm crackin' her phone
[?]
Yeah, try to record me, I'm crackin' her phone
Ooh, ooh, yeah
You try to jack me, I'm crackin' your dome
Yeah, let's go
Let's go, uh (Ooh)
And I'm on Instagram Live right now
Let's go, I'm hot in the bitch, I gotta go
Yeah
Bit' ride the dick like a ten-speed
Hop in that coupe and jump out in Givenchy (Skrrt)
My niggas shooters, y'all fuck niggas pinched (Y'all pinched)
I got them shooters red and blue like a pitstop
That's Saint Laurent, YSL on my bitches (YSL)
Yeah, he gon' kill you while minding his business (Gon' kill)
Gon' cash every time, what the fuck is forgiveness? (Yup)
Nigga touch me, that's a dead [?] (Yup)
Bitch ride dick like a ten-speed (Yeah)
And she throw it back like a frisbee, uh (Uh-huh)
Put dick all in her kidneys, uh (Uh-huh)
I'm ice cream, she tryna lick me, uh
Bit' throw it back
Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back (Throw it back)
Ridin' 'round town in the Cadillac (Cadillac)
Lil' bro got the strap in his fanny pack (Fanny pack)
Ain't robbin' me, nah, none of that (None of that)
Nigga touch me, know we come with that (Come with that)
We'll get you touched for a couple racks (Couple racks)
Ho, I ain't tryna fuck you, where your mama at? Uh (Where your mama at?)
Trap-house white house, where Obama at, uh (Where Obama at)
Tell the plug, "Meet me at the cul-de-sac," uh (Pull up)
Put the Glock on his ass, he had a heart attack (Frrt)
Call Johnny Dang, where the water at? (Where the water at?)
And I got a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
I be beatin' her back in (Ha)
Over rap beats, I get the backend (Yeah, Splurge)
Hundred round drum make 'em tap dance (Ha)
Big ass truck, hard to back in (Skrrt)
Your life suck, quit capping (Quit capping)
Yeah, your life suck, ho, I'm tryna fuck, ho (Yeah)
Taking your phone 'fore you step on this bus, ho
Fuck on the Percocet 30, go beast mode (Perc')
Pull it out, tell her, "Turn around," make her deepthroat, ooh (Turn around)
I'ma punch in [?]
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't even got a car
And I'm only 17 and I'm a god damn star
I'ma put four grams in this bitch ass 'gar
Uh (Go)
Big bad wolf in this bitch, what's good? (Go)
Can't hit my Backwood, hell nah, you good (You good)
Nigga try to rob, boy, I wish a nigga would (Wish a nigga would)
Got me two styrofoams, get mud (Get mud)
I'm with the slime, nah, I ain't no blood (No blood)
All these niggas be cap rappin' (Yeah)
Hit from the back, slap her ass tattoos
You know I don't fuck with 'bout half of these dudes (Half)
Ice in my month, got no cavities, dude (Ain't no cavities)
Bitch, this a song, this ain't no intro
Ridin' 'round town sippin' drank in the limo (Ridin' 'round town)
I'm with that smoke, yeah, y'all get the memo (Y'all get it)
Ain't little shit, play a bitch like Nintendo (Nintendo)
We might hop out with that Lamborghini Slide, it got slide doors (Skrrt)
Made a lot of money in that Tahoe (That Tahoe)
Play with this shit, you gon' die, ho (You gon' die)
No cap, got shooters in Chicago
None of my niggas gon' cry, they go
Fuck what you sayin', I'm the god damn GOAT
And I'm recordin' in a badass coat
Leave the studio, fuck a badass ho
And if she try to record me, I'm crackin' her phone
[?]
Yeah, try to record me, I'm crackin' her phone
Ooh, ooh, yeah
You try to jack me, I'm crackin' your dome
Yeah, let's go
